Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 96

Chapter 96: End of the Mission Chapter 96: End of the Mission Power crystals and materials were the items that needed to be excavated from the dungeon.

It was the duty of the academy hunters-or the Hybrids tasked to handle the dungeon to not only close the dungeon but also sweep clean the dungeon from its riches.

Because of that, it took longer before the portal was eventually closed.

Lucivar, Leandra, and Mirel were exempted from excavating the dungeon.

Mostly, it was other teams tasked to do that since they chose to deal with the dungeon.

It was silent between the three, the mission sparked a change in the air between them.

Mirel spent the hours staring at the place where the doppelganger attacked him ever since Leandra told him about what Lucivar had done earlier.

He only stared into the distance, the thoughts in his mind were unknown.

Sprawled inside a bedroom of a nearby house was Lucivar.

In return for saving them, the aspiring Blood Sisters of the city treated him with their powers.

It took three Blood Sisters to heal his severe wounds.

Once he woke up earlier, he noticed that his wounds already stopped bleeding.

Each one of them was burnt and it was definitely Morriva’s doings, she closed his wounds while he was asleep.

Because of that, the Blood Sisters have an easier time.

However, the fact that he reached the Acolyte rank changed everything about him.

Becoming stronger meant his body also developed further.

Healing an Acolyte-rank Hybrid like him was exceptionally hard for the new Blood Sisters.

Closing the external wounds could be done through the Blood Sisters-smearing their own blood, onto Lucivar’s wounds.

But the hard part was healing his internal wounds, the Blood Sisters’ blood needed to get inside of him.

And the only way to do that was through feeding Lucivar their blood.

It was a nasty process and to make it worse, Lucivar also needed to focus hard.

He needs to suppress his Supernatural Ego to allow the blood to heal him.

Nevertheless, the hours were productive and he was nearing full health.

Of course, throughout all of this, Morriva was present, watching over the three Blood Sisters.

Lucivar came back earlier and found her addressing the people of the city, she wanted to be the one to replace the pastor, without even needing Lucivar to tell her to.

Her initiative was a surprising move for her considering her nature.

But with Loki’s power coursing inside of her, this made sense.

Also, not too long ago before the excavation finished, Morriva killed her husband for good.

Lucivar watched from the side.

He watched as she killed her husband with a chilling smile on her face.

One could see her eyes as a window of pure fanaticism.

She marveled at the blood-coated knife she used to kill her husband.

A memento of her rebirth.

It was around twelve o’clock did the assault and defender team finished their excavation.

Once that was done, the academy hunters had no reason to stay in the city.

“Please, accept our deepest gratitude,” A Blood Sister, representing the city said.

“We know our city has caused great trouble but he has nothing to offer to you.

But we’ll do our best to keep supplying Blood Sisters-for the Supreme House.

In fact, we will increase the quota by five Blood Sisters this year” All of the academy hunters were now at the city entrance, ready to depart.

Earlier, the people offered them services and had them stay the night.

It was all they could offer.

However, heeding the driver’s words, the academy hunters refused and decided to leave.

“We’ll rely upon your message and I hope your city does well,” Lucivar nodded.

In response, the Blood Sister smiled politely.

Lucivar then gestured with his hand for them to depart but once he turned, he was called.

“Sir Lucivar!” A loud but saddened voice called out to him.

Pivoting around, Lucivar saw Morriva running towards him with a gloomy expression.

She came to a halt before him-her hands clasped tightly over her chest.

Once her gaze met Lucivar’s questioning eyes, she quickly looked down, the sheer weight of his stare-rooting her in place.

A hesitant silence lingered as she stood there, words forming but catching in her throat, unsure of how to begin.

It took her a moment until she finally could the words out of her tiny lips.

“Will I be able to see you again?” She asked, her voice light.

Lucivar didn’t know what to expect but once Morriva said what she wanted to say, he smiled.

He lifted his hand and placed it on Morriva’s head.

Feeling the weight pressing over her head, she was mildly surprised, and her heart pounded.

“Don’t worry, this will not be the last time we meet,” Lucivar said, his voice surprisingly very gentle.

Morriva lifted her gaze with an expectant look.

“I had a feeling we would meet again soon.

Besides, once you achieve your end, I will come to you” “Show me your worth first.

Until then, you’ll be stuck dreaming again” He continued.

Each and every word he said was filled with purpose.

Upon saying his piece, Lucivar turned around.

“Let’s go,” He said to Leandra who was waiting for him from behind.

As opposed to waiting, it was more of her trying to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“What did she say to you?” “She wanted to meet me again, to repay the favor I did for her” “You mean about her husband?” “Yep” “You’re not coming back, are you?

She’s a widow and you know what that means” “Wow…

that’s nasty coming from you, Leandra” Morriva watched attentively as Lucivar and Leandra’s figures disappeared into the forest.

She remained there for one minute longer before she tilted her head down.

A flash of determination crossed her face as her eyes glowed with a greenish hue.

“I will do what you want-as quickly as possible,” She whispered-clenching both her fists on her sides.

Morriva turned around and swept her gaze across the people of the city, who were slowly dispersing.

“To meet you again, I’ll show you my worth by giving you lives…” Back on the bus, Bakar’s group was already there.

From the looks of it, they were already back a day or two earlier than Lucivar’s group.

It was not that Bakar’s group was fast-but that was how it should’ve been for dealing with a Yellow Dungeon, with the kind of strength they had.

Lucivar’s group was way longer because the problem was more complicated than simply closing the Yellow Dungeon.

All because of that ridiculous pastor who was jealous of the Blood Sisters.

On the way back to Sunhold City, Lucivar was planning to consolidate his Supernatural Ego.

His ether was rampaging from recently reaching, the Acolyte rank, causing great distress to the others but he fell asleep again.

It has been a rough couple of days, and he was very low on blood.

Even if he wanted to, he was too exhausted to do anything other than sleep.

Leandra was sitting next to him and she was looking at him attentively.

He looked innocent and peaceful in his sleep-leaning against the window, and breathing in a fixed, calm rhythm.

Leandra couldn’t believe that this innocent face could turn feral and really unhinged like last night.

Feeling a pang in her head from thinking about it, she leaned back her head and sighed.

She thought that she had gotten a lot closer to Lucivar.

But she was wrong, the closer she became the more mysterious Lucivar became.

At this moment, she had more questions than answers about him, swirling inside her head.

Also feeling tired and drained, she closed her eyes, the shake from the wheels going through the rough ground finally got to her-and she fell asleep.

Everyone was basically sleeping, the weight of exhaustion bearing on them.

However, there was one person who was still wide awake.

Mirel was sitting at the very back beside Nerissa and Bakar.

His eyes were fixed on the back of Lucivar’s head poking out from his seat.

Soon, Mirel clenched his jaw hard and pressed his fingers on the side of his forehead.

Flashes of last night crossed his mind, the sudden attack from the doppelganger, the time when Lucivar made his point by pinning him, and even the sight of Lucivar, laughing-with wounds and blood marring his entire body.

It was all on repeat inside his head.

So palpable that Mirel felt like he was still on last night instead of sitting in the bus.

His expression then darkened.

If the others had seen his face right now, they would’ve been surprised as it was foreign.

Mirel has never looked as serious as this before.

Exhaling deeply, the conversation he had with Lucivar a month ago replayed in his mind.

‘If I got stronger, I’d destroy them and create my own House for sure!’ ‘In that case, let’s get stronger together.

I also wanted to be strong and be free’ ‘Yeah, let’s get stronger together’ Recalling those moments, Mirel’s mouth pulled into a taut, angry line, the edges twitched as he recalled the memory.

Even with his face half-hidden, the fury in his tightly pressed lips- was unmistakable.

“So you even went that far, Lucivar,” He mused through trembling lips.

“I’m pathetic…” Once the day got dark, the bus arrived back at the academy.

Lucivar and Bakar who were the leaders of the group reported back to Fabio.

Compared to Lucivar who had lost two members and about six gravely wounded-Bakar has no casualties but ten gravely wounded.

Expecting to be scolded, Fabio nodded his head and dismissed them.

“Are we not going to be punished?” Bakar asked once they were told to leave.

Upon hearing this, Fabio lifted his gaze from the papers and tilted his head in confusion.

“What makes you think that?”  “I mean, Lucivar lost two, and a lot of my group were severely wounded.

Is that not bad?” Fabio nodded his head, realizing where Bakar was coming from.

As opposed to answering, Fabio tapped something on his tablet and placed it on the table.

Both Lucivar and Bakar exchanged a look before checking the tablet-only to suck in a cold breath in the next second when they realized what it was.

It was a list of the first-years that were sent on missions.

All of them had around six deaths and the worst had three-quarters of their group dead.

“Did they also meet a situation like me?” Lucivar asked curiously.

Fabio shook his head, “No, most of the casualties were caused by the dungeon only” Realizing this, Lucivar and Bakar exchanged a look once again.

“As far as both of you are concerned,” Fabio leaned forward, maintaining eye contact.

“Both of you have the best results, as I already expected.

Instead of being punished, you and your groups would be rewarded with academy points.

Once you get your academy card, you can access them” Upon saying that, Fabio waved his hand, dismissing the two shocked hunters.

“Now leave, I’ll give you a week pending days for this great achievement” He added.

Not even realizing it, Lucivar and Bakar were now outside, their bodies moved on their own.

It was shocking for them to see the academy hunters having such a high fatality rate.

Lucivar, on the other hand, could only smile wryly, ‘I prepared an explanation for their deaths for nothing.

Fabio didn’t even ask because of how many casualties the other groups had…’